The Unchosen One

This is a story about greed
 Finding a person no one needs
 She's a shell
 You can call her the cousin from Hell
 Started the day our grandma died
 Honoured her standing side by side
 Who could know
 That all time she was playing a role of a lady in grief
 I always thought she was a saint
 Things ain't the same in daylight as in the night
 I always thought she was a friend
 Things ain't what they appear
 At funeral day she brought her clan
 People that didn't care at all
 They were there
 Just to see if there were any threats
 After the ceremony, they left
 Convinced that the things they've done may rest
 They were wrong
 The old woman had something to show them that's shaken their souls
 I always thought she was a saint
 Things ain't the same in daylight as in the night
 I always thought she was a friend
 Things ain't what they appear
 Where have you got your greed from? Our side of the family, no way!
 Surely from someone we all know. I think when this case is over
 If you win or lose doesn't matter. I hope you'll be conscious of one's guilt
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 I always thought she was a saint
 Things ain't the same in daylight as in the night
 I always thought she was a friend
 Things ain't what they appear
 Shame on you in the night, bitch!